A hundred drums beat in our hearts

We shall hear its sound tomorrow

Cotton is in the ear and hair in the eye

The sorrow of tomorrow and the temptation of business

Set the fire of love in this cotton

Like Hallaj and like the people of purity

What do you have fire and cotton for?

These two are opposites, and opposites do not last

Since the meeting of love is near

Be of good countenance for the day of meeting

Our death is joy and meeting

If it is mourning for you, go from here

Since this world is our prison

Pleasure is the ruin of prisons

That whose prison is so pleasant

How will be the assembly of the world adorning

Do not seek fidelity in this prison

For in this place fidelity did not keep faith